Grease Trap

You're talking so much fire and brimstone, You're cooking me alive. You could be the sous-chef of hell's kitchen. Your only mood is fight-or-flight. I see the way you've been living, And it seems something ain't quite right. Yeah, I can smell something bubbling up. You know you've gotta clean out the grease trap sometimes. Oh, you'd better tread lightly, 'cause Mama always said: You keep making all those faces and they're gonna stick like that. Oh, you'd better be careful, 'cause Mama always told us: You keep swinging them arms around, boy, you'll poke someone's eye out. You say "You'd better be ready" You'd better be. You say "You'd better be ready" You'd better be. You say "Everything's going downhill" Man, I'd have to agree. You say "The end is coming" Well, I tell you It better be It better be It better be Yeah.